The snow is like a big overstuffed pillow ripped apart, spilling white cotton over everything. One applies to those who find themselves migrating to our country as immigrants seeking a better life or a modified version of their old one.
It is snow so fluffy that when laid down on it makes one believe that they are in heaven, floating around the sky on a feathery cloud. Secondly the version that applies to those who were born and raised in America and are seeking success and self-fulfillment.
There is a saying that failure is the greatest teacher. Like Martin Luther King dreamt some decades ago of little black boys and black girls joining hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers (Adam pg 106-107), it took a while for his dream to manifest.
The outstanding power of human dreams cannot be overemphasized; we all love to dream dreams which would come to reality.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
The American Dream Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
My family was one of the many immigrant families who attempted and fortunately succeeded in crossing over the border. We were bound by the chains of bondage of segregation.
My freedom was harder, and I persevere until I get the correct answer. Looking at the text of the “I have a Dream Speech,” Doctor King brings back the hymn Shine on Me to my mind he exemplifies that in darkness there can still be light.
My husband and I will make sure our children always have what they need, also be positive role models to them so that they can make it in life, this is how I want my dream house to be.
I will have a lovable family with my three kids and my husband.